" And is that why he struck yer butt fifteen times?" Calypso asked, "once for each minute you were late?" That is a very good guess," Koney replied, "...ou seem to be quick to pick up on obscure patterns."Calypso was beaming; feeling quite pleased with her powers of logic and deduction, "Thankses. I thought it was obvious." As I was saying," Koney continued, "That was a very good guess. However, it was a very wrong guess as well. The fifteen had a deeper significance than just the number of. You do not look like the pictures that I was sent two years ago, when I finally found you.” I’m staring at him surprised as he goes into another coughing fit. Walter brings me a sandwich and a cola. He sets a bottle of whisky and a shot glass in front of Mr. Kennedy.“George, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I am a bad man.” I start to say something as he holds up his hand. He lights up a cigarette and continues. “You look like my son Wayne,” may he rest in peace. He killed himself. "Thank you, paul", I said as he walked intomy flat from the hallway. He smelt gorgeous and I just wanted to grabhim, snog him and suck his cock there and then.I could not believe this was happening, I felt a deep desire within methat I had never felt before.Can I get you a drink? I asked as he made his way into my small kitchen,Yes, a beer would be nice. As I walked out of the kitchen I could feelhis eyes looking me up and down and grabbed a can of beer from under thetable in the living room.. "Thirddoor on the left, just past the bathroom.Matthew turned and strode in the direction I'd indicated. It wasn'tuntil after he'd left the room that I realized he had been walking likeme. Or rather, how I walked in my old body.A dash of ice water swam through my veins as I hopped off the couch andwalked across the living room and back. At first, I attempted to makemy gait resemble the one I knew from memory. I was able to pull it off,mostly, but the sway of my hips and breasts made it feel as.